A Quote by George R. R. Martin

The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home. — © George R. R. Martin
The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
I got a fortune cookie that said, "To remember is to understand." I have never forgotten it. A good judge remembers what it was like to be a lawyer. A good editor remembers being a writer. A good parent remembers what it was like to be a child.
It is not simply what one remembers, but why. There are sites of amputation where the past is severed from the body of the present. Remembering only encourages the growth of phantom limbs. And it is not simply what one remembers, or why, but what to do with what one remembers, which of the scattered pieces to carry forward, what to protect and preserve, what to leave behind.
Smell remembers and tells the future. ... Smell is home or loneliness. Confidence or betrayal. Smell remembers.
I think as humans, no one remembers their successes, everyone just remembers their failures.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it
History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.
Everyone who remembers his own education remembers teachers, not methods and techniques. The teacher is the heart of the educational system.
The mind remembers only certain things. The body remembers everything. The information it carries goes back to the beginning of existence.
Everyone remembers the winner; nobody remembers who finishes second. But quite a lot, I seem to be right around the hunt with nine holes to play.
It's only first place in NHL. Nobody remembers who's second place. Everyone remembers the winner.
The truth is most of the films that make a lot of money no one remembers, and I'm not interested in making films that no one remembers.
The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A glorious wonder to our eyes!
The Good Quality Snob, or wearer of muted tweeds, cut almost exactly the same from year to year, often with a hat of the same material, [is] native to the Boston North Shore, the Chicago North Shore, the North Shore of Long Island, to Westchester County, the Philadelphia Main Line and the Peninsula area of San Francisco.
Seeing that my words had done absolutely nothing to pull North from whatever depths he was clinging to, Owain did what came naturally. He smacked North upside the head hard enough to send him sprawling into the window. And when it seemed that North would turn around and return the favor, Owain hit him again, harder.
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